Ow--hey--his nose--okay, fine, that is better.

Enough better that he can shoot Harry a properly annoyed look. "And what dost thou drink here, Percy? Milk and honeyed barley-water?" No, but really, what else is there for a man to drink? "I thank you, Doctor; I will mind your bidding as docile as any little lamb. But I had no idea 'twas such a hardship for Percy to keep from kissing and such gentle sports."